I had a friend send me a picture that popped up on her Facebook feed today with the title indicating I was "glowing". I looked at the picture and recognized the outfit straight away as one I wore during the winter months I was pregnant with my son. That made the title of the picture including the word glowing make sense.
I don't think in all my years I have ever glowed. I'm not sure what that descriptive word means other than to intimate pregnancy but I can tell you from my perspective, I never felt like I was glowing. Not that pregnancy wasn't a good time. I had easy pregnancies, only vomiting a single time, that being during the labor process with my son. The medications they were giving me to induce labor that wasn't progressing as quickly as might be desirable made me nauseated. It was a necessary thing given that my membrane had ruptured and since my son was delivered healthy, it was well worth all the fuss.
The picture did bring back memories though. I wore the pictured oversized sweater dress quite a lot during my pregnancy on account of its comfortableness. That and the whole pregnancy/clothing situation. You're pregnant for only so many months. For close to half of them, you can wear clothing already in your closet. It isn't until the latter portion of gestation that you need modified clothing to accommodate your burgeoning middle section. Here's the rub though: as soon as you have the baby, the clothes you bought only a few months ago are now too large for you.
So either you invest heavily in a wide array of clothing that may even cross seasons so you can look fashionable during the pregnancy, or you buy a few things and re-wear them for the short time until the baby comes, and then pass them on to the next friend you have of similar size who becomes pregnant. In my case, I intended to have two children, and by great good fortune I was able to get pregnant again quickly, so I got double use out of my clothes. Still, I didn't have that many options.
This is why when I saw the picture today, in the grey, dumpy-looking sweater dress with the word 'glowing' in the caption, I knew exactly when the picture was taken. I was also wearing glasses in the picture, which took me back a bit. I've had eye surgery, replacing my natural lenses with artificial ones, and haven't worn glasses in a number of years. It seems like I've always been without glasses at this point, the memory of glasses a long time in the past. And yet it wasn't so many years ago that I wore glasses daily, and did so for many years.
I don't miss the glasses, and I definitely don't miss the pregnancy clothes. Being pregnant though was a joy. I don't yearn to be pregnant again, but I have fond memories of the times I was pregnant with both children.
The Big Boy Update: My son came home from school today, happy it was the weekend because he could have screen time. Only he couldn't because he lost privileges due to behavior this week. One of the incidents was him taking and hiding his Switch in the bed with him for multiple nights. I am the hammer when it comes to parenting in my family whereas my husband is a bit kinder. When I told my husband about the Switch hiding, he discussed it with my son and took away an hour of screen time today as punishment. I had meant to tell my husband not to mention anything to my son, instead waiting for him come to us, asking where his switch was, only to have the consequence delivered at that point, letting him know he would be missing screen time for much longer because he had broken our confidence, knowing full well he was breaking the rules. Next week the rules are different. Next week they are more strict.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter apparently woke her cousin, Sydney, up at five this morning, asking if she wanted to play. It is no surprise that now, at nine o'clock tonight, my daughter can barely keep her eyes open. They have created a special club and asked me if I could help them with a ladder in the closet in the bedroom in the basement where they are maintaining their club base. Richard arrived to visit overnight and has been told about the club in the closet in the room he's staying in. He said he's okay with that. He's a parent himself and is not bothered in the least by little children and their adventures.
Friday, November 8, 2019
Thursday, November 7, 2019
Family Incoming!
If you read that title in such a way as a military person might yell to his troops to prepare for incoming fire, that's how I intended it. There's nothing like company to kick the cleaning and tidying up a notch. I like having things both clean and tidy. If I was given a choice of one over the other, I think I'd have to pick tidy. Unless we're talking muddy dirty the likes of which our dog loves to engage in, at which point my vote would swing towards clean. But for most situations, I prefer tidy over clean.
The good news is, we can usually achieve both. Tidying things most commonly involves putting things back to the location they belong. Unless there is a lot of new "stuff," which we seem to be perpetually acquiring. Every day backpacks come home with permission slips, information we have to read and prepare for like class pictures, field trips, thanksgiving celebrations, school projects and work the children have completed that you don't want to just throw out straight away but can't keep in its entirety lest we become overrun with drawings, stories and graded papers.
The garage now has bikes, scooters and other wheel-based toys all aligned and the leaves have been swept off the floor. Toys are back where they're suppose to be and both my husband and I have gone through stacks of paperwork and filed things as appropriate. Everyone is excited for our cousins to arrive—which will be in a half-hour.
My husband just came down, incensed, that I had so many lights on saying, "there are lights on all over the house, who does that?!" It wasn't so long ago that it was we that did that, having no thought about the amount of energy we consumed in the process. That was then though, before the electric cars, solar panels and now power wall batteries.
In recent years we've switched over to LED lights, time of use electricity and an app that my husband regularly reviews to see how much solar is being generated, battery power we're banking and/or using and what impact time of use is having on when we do things.
I explained about the welcoming feel of an unfamiliar house being well-lit and told him he'd get over it. He walked away, muttering and looking at the usage graph on his phone. Guests will arrive, welcomes will be shared and lights will be turned off in due course. I hear they're eleven minutes out from my son who excitedly dashed into the bedroom to get his pajamas on and teeth brushed in time for their arrival.
The Big Boy Update: When I got home this evening my son had made three welcome signs for our guests, taping two of them on the front door and a third perched with tape on top of a can of soda water. He's just as excited as my daughter, who can't wait to see her cousin Sydney.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter has been counting down hours until Sydney arrives this evening, asking if I could make eight-thirty arrive any sooner, please. After school she announced she was going to ride her bike for hours—which she did—and is now barely awake on the couch, tired out but still looking forward to their arrival.
The good news is, we can usually achieve both. Tidying things most commonly involves putting things back to the location they belong. Unless there is a lot of new "stuff," which we seem to be perpetually acquiring. Every day backpacks come home with permission slips, information we have to read and prepare for like class pictures, field trips, thanksgiving celebrations, school projects and work the children have completed that you don't want to just throw out straight away but can't keep in its entirety lest we become overrun with drawings, stories and graded papers.
The garage now has bikes, scooters and other wheel-based toys all aligned and the leaves have been swept off the floor. Toys are back where they're suppose to be and both my husband and I have gone through stacks of paperwork and filed things as appropriate. Everyone is excited for our cousins to arrive—which will be in a half-hour.
My husband just came down, incensed, that I had so many lights on saying, "there are lights on all over the house, who does that?!" It wasn't so long ago that it was we that did that, having no thought about the amount of energy we consumed in the process. That was then though, before the electric cars, solar panels and now power wall batteries.
In recent years we've switched over to LED lights, time of use electricity and an app that my husband regularly reviews to see how much solar is being generated, battery power we're banking and/or using and what impact time of use is having on when we do things.
I explained about the welcoming feel of an unfamiliar house being well-lit and told him he'd get over it. He walked away, muttering and looking at the usage graph on his phone. Guests will arrive, welcomes will be shared and lights will be turned off in due course. I hear they're eleven minutes out from my son who excitedly dashed into the bedroom to get his pajamas on and teeth brushed in time for their arrival.
The Big Boy Update: When I got home this evening my son had made three welcome signs for our guests, taping two of them on the front door and a third perched with tape on top of a can of soda water. He's just as excited as my daughter, who can't wait to see her cousin Sydney.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter has been counting down hours until Sydney arrives this evening, asking if I could make eight-thirty arrive any sooner, please. After school she announced she was going to ride her bike for hours—which she did—and is now barely awake on the couch, tired out but still looking forward to their arrival.
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
The Ticking Clock
Our children both got in trouble at bedtime tonight. I won't go into details because it's just another night. What I will say was they were playing beautifully together, making a fort in the basement, just before bedtime. Once they got up to bed and were tired though things went downhill.
We left them with the light turned out and not two minutes later they were downstairs in an uproar. It apparently was over the clock in their room which ticks. It's been ticking for six years in their room but it apparently scares my daughter, who says it's been scaring her for eight years. I had had enough so I jumped up, batted the clock and it came crashing down, grabbed the pieces and was heading out of the room when my son started wailing.
He loved the clock. Apparently. He was, I suspect, taking up a contrary position to his sister, but his grief seemed real at the time. I turned on the lights, picked up the pieces and put the five-dollar clock back together (I remember being surprised at the low price when I got it at Target some years ago) and told him that yes, it still worked.
He wanted to hug the clock before I took it away. I told him I'd keep it for him for tomorrow as he was asking could it please be put on his desk. I'm not sure why the clock scares his sister, but a lot is scary to her right now. I like the ticking sound of the clock in our bathroom downstairs—when I notice it, which isn't often.
The Big Boy Update: My son came out to the car this morning and said to his father, who was getting something in the garage, "what excuse are you going to have today for why you're not here when I get home?" I had a talk with my son about asking questions in a positive way on the ride to school. He's been disappointed the past several days that his father was away doing work or other things when he got home. It was very sweet as a thought, but lost all the kindness with his phrasing.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: When I was going through my daughter's clothes yesterday, removing things that no longer fit her and adding the new clothes I'd purchased. When I got to her skirts I looked at a skirt she and I had nicknamed, "the jingle jangle skirt" because of some metal loops on the front pockets that made a sound when she moved around. I looked at it and decided it still would fit her for another season. And then I thought about it. That skirt had been in her drawer for a long time. Typically children grow fairly fast and most clothes barely last a single season. Sometimes though, because of elastic bands or oversizing, something will last longer. That skirt had been in her drawer a long time though. I looked at the size and almost didn't believe it when I read T2 on the tag. It had been in her drawer for five years.
We left them with the light turned out and not two minutes later they were downstairs in an uproar. It apparently was over the clock in their room which ticks. It's been ticking for six years in their room but it apparently scares my daughter, who says it's been scaring her for eight years. I had had enough so I jumped up, batted the clock and it came crashing down, grabbed the pieces and was heading out of the room when my son started wailing.
He loved the clock. Apparently. He was, I suspect, taking up a contrary position to his sister, but his grief seemed real at the time. I turned on the lights, picked up the pieces and put the five-dollar clock back together (I remember being surprised at the low price when I got it at Target some years ago) and told him that yes, it still worked.
He wanted to hug the clock before I took it away. I told him I'd keep it for him for tomorrow as he was asking could it please be put on his desk. I'm not sure why the clock scares his sister, but a lot is scary to her right now. I like the ticking sound of the clock in our bathroom downstairs—when I notice it, which isn't often.
The Big Boy Update: My son came out to the car this morning and said to his father, who was getting something in the garage, "what excuse are you going to have today for why you're not here when I get home?" I had a talk with my son about asking questions in a positive way on the ride to school. He's been disappointed the past several days that his father was away doing work or other things when he got home. It was very sweet as a thought, but lost all the kindness with his phrasing.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: When I was going through my daughter's clothes yesterday, removing things that no longer fit her and adding the new clothes I'd purchased. When I got to her skirts I looked at a skirt she and I had nicknamed, "the jingle jangle skirt" because of some metal loops on the front pockets that made a sound when she moved around. I looked at it and decided it still would fit her for another season. And then I thought about it. That skirt had been in her drawer for a long time. Typically children grow fairly fast and most clothes barely last a single season. Sometimes though, because of elastic bands or oversizing, something will last longer. That skirt had been in her drawer a long time though. I looked at the size and almost didn't believe it when I read T2 on the tag. It had been in her drawer for five years.
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
Twelve Knots
It was getting time to get the children some fall/winter clothes. I typically put this off until I see them dressing either too warmly or cooly for the day and realize they don't have any other choice because they're drawers only have season-specific clothes in them.
They're not at the age yet where I can have both hot and cool weather clothes in their dressers. They like to wear clothing items they prefer, even if they are woefully inadequate for then temperature. My son has been telling me with increasing force over the past two weeks that he doesn't have any pants. He did have pants, but not enough. His sister was coming downstairs in legging pants that were by now, as she's grown since we got them, more like capris.
So yesterday I texted Margaret and asked her if she wanted to go children's clothes shopping with me when she arrived at our house from her run? She was running from her house to ours and upon arrival, I was going to take her to get my son and then drop her off at her house two doors down. She said she'd be along shortly and yes, children's clothes shopping sounded good to her.
She arrived and I looked at the time, realizing we were going to be cutting it tight. We got in the car and I told her we were going to have to power shop. She hadn't been to a used children's clothing store before but she picked the process up quickly. I said to check for length on the pants and do a quick check on the price. Most things were very reasonable but some items were designer brands and could be ten dollars. We didn't need designer, move on to another option.
She and I piled pants, shirts and skirts into the quickly filling cart. When it was overflowing fifteen minutes later we headed to checkout. Margaret said to me, "$400?" I tols her way too high, lower. She knew we were using a 20% perks coupon, but she still guessed $00-$350? I shook my head and said, "I might be way off on this, but I'm guessing $150."
When the total bill was $146, Margaret practically gaped at me. It was a good gaping too. I got in the car and said, you and I just got an entire fall and winter wardrobe for my children in twenty minutes total for under $150. I love the used children's clothing store.
My children liked all the options with the exception of one sweater my son said, "looks like Slytherin." Today my daughter picked out her favorite two items from the new batch of fall clothes. Her pants wouldn't stay up but had a drawstring we could tie. When she came over for me to help I could see why: the prior owner had tied the string ends into a mess. twelve knots undone later and I could tighten the pants so they wouldn't fall down
The Big Boy Update: my son didn't so much get in trouble as he didn't try to do work at school, he was taking for granted that he was getting lots of work done and wasn't trying. This week he's going to think about how he can focus better understand it. For now, he's lost the privaledgdhd
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: While switching my daughter's wardrobe over I found the "Jingle Jangle skirt. It's a jeans skirt that my daughter has had for several years. she can still wear it today sbe;s grown so much.
They're not at the age yet where I can have both hot and cool weather clothes in their dressers. They like to wear clothing items they prefer, even if they are woefully inadequate for then temperature. My son has been telling me with increasing force over the past two weeks that he doesn't have any pants. He did have pants, but not enough. His sister was coming downstairs in legging pants that were by now, as she's grown since we got them, more like capris.
So yesterday I texted Margaret and asked her if she wanted to go children's clothes shopping with me when she arrived at our house from her run? She was running from her house to ours and upon arrival, I was going to take her to get my son and then drop her off at her house two doors down. She said she'd be along shortly and yes, children's clothes shopping sounded good to her.
She arrived and I looked at the time, realizing we were going to be cutting it tight. We got in the car and I told her we were going to have to power shop. She hadn't been to a used children's clothing store before but she picked the process up quickly. I said to check for length on the pants and do a quick check on the price. Most things were very reasonable but some items were designer brands and could be ten dollars. We didn't need designer, move on to another option.
She and I piled pants, shirts and skirts into the quickly filling cart. When it was overflowing fifteen minutes later we headed to checkout. Margaret said to me, "$400?" I tols her way too high, lower. She knew we were using a 20% perks coupon, but she still guessed $00-$350? I shook my head and said, "I might be way off on this, but I'm guessing $150."
When the total bill was $146, Margaret practically gaped at me. It was a good gaping too. I got in the car and said, you and I just got an entire fall and winter wardrobe for my children in twenty minutes total for under $150. I love the used children's clothing store.
My children liked all the options with the exception of one sweater my son said, "looks like Slytherin." Today my daughter picked out her favorite two items from the new batch of fall clothes. Her pants wouldn't stay up but had a drawstring we could tie. When she came over for me to help I could see why: the prior owner had tied the string ends into a mess. twelve knots undone later and I could tighten the pants so they wouldn't fall down
The Big Boy Update: my son didn't so much get in trouble as he didn't try to do work at school, he was taking for granted that he was getting lots of work done and wasn't trying. This week he's going to think about how he can focus better understand it. For now, he's lost the privaledgdhd
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: While switching my daughter's wardrobe over I found the "Jingle Jangle skirt. It's a jeans skirt that my daughter has had for several years. she can still wear it today sbe;s grown so much.
Monday, November 4, 2019
The Visit Summary
This post is written by my mother. Recently my daughter visited my parents at their home in the mountains. To get her there and back we met half-way to drop her off and pick her up. Here's what happened in my mother's words, during my daughter's visit:
Our ride from back to our house we started out by us getting acclimated and enjoying each other’s company. After a few minutes, Reese started singing, favoring us with some of her original compositions. The first line in her first song was “I wish I could be the perfect daughter”. Then she moved on to a song called “Puppy Land”. The remainder of her singing stayed with “Puppy Land”. Here are some of the lines in that song. “You can find your heart in Puppy Land, Puppy Land is where you go when you’re sad, Puppy Land is where you find all that is love, Puppy Land is in your imagination, You come alive in Puppy Land, I don’t know why I’m so relaxed in Puppy Land.” The tune was very good and she ranged up and down the scale in this song.
Her visit with us was such a pleasure. She is a delightful young lady. She is very polite, always saying “Thank you”, “Please”, “I’m fine” and “No thank you”. She went to bed every night willingly and woke up every morning ready to go. You have taught her well.
All the adults she met were enchanted by her. She was friendly, very articulate, and eager to interact with our adult friends. And when they left, without prompting, she gave each of them a hug. Later they all described her as “beautiful, very bright, and fun to be with”. She offered all the company M&M’s!
She went to the bathroom when needed and had no accidents. She brushed her teeth, took her medicine, and her eye drops with no objections. On her first night she said to me, “I need a hug before I go to bed.” I did that every night after that.
She liked playing what I call “scenario games”. Her favorites were “Going Trick or Treating on Halloween with her basket” and using our toy cash register in different types of stores – puppy store, candy store, and grocery store. Whenever I bought something from the store, she would ask “Would you like to leave some money for the poor?”
I pulled out the cardboard box from my office closet that I had kept the games and toys for her and Greyson to play with when they came. I suggested we go through the box and take out those toys that were too young for her and Greyson. I told her that my friend Joann had a grandson who was 2 years old and we could give him those toys. She liked that and we had fun going through the box and sorting all the toys. (from Gramp's yard sales’ finds!). Joann visited the next afternoon and Reese was excited to give her all the toys. Joann enjoyed her time with Reese. She even plaited her hair in a simple braid down the back. It looked good on Reese.
Reese did not want to eat out for our meals. She wanted to stay home, which we did. I don’t know if she liked the familiarity of home or didn’t like getting in the car, etc. But I was fine with eating in. She was a little opinionated about what she ate, but we worked that out. Her favorites were Lipton’s Chicken Noodle Soup and M & M’s!
She missed everyone but talked about Matisse a lot. When it was time to go, she was ready. We packed up the car and left the house with no difficulties. When she talked on the phone to Chris on the way and he said it would be about 20 minutes before he would meet us, she said “Make your car go fast. I can’t wait to see you!”
She interacted with Gramps very well even though he was not overly demonstrative. She would talk to him and hug him.
I know it is not easy to manage all you do with the children, but it’s obvious you are doing something very right. They are precious children and such wonderful grandchildren.
The Big Boy Update: My son has boundless energy. This is a good but is tricky at night when his body isn't ready to calm down to go to sleep. My mother suggested he take melatonin to help him get to sleep. He loves taking the MidNite pill when he's extra bouncy and can't calm down. It must work too because he drops off to sleep fairly quickly when he takes the melatonin.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter has what looks like a mole on her stomach area. It's been there for as long as I can remember but in the last week, it's gotten red and is bothering her. Aunt Margaret said it looked like it could possibly be molluscum contagiosum, something both children had several years ago. It's viral and typically presents with a collection of small red bumps. The medication for it is frightfully expensive but we have some and are treating it with that until we can get her seen. Due to the length of time it's been on her body, it may be more likely its a benign mole that got irritated but we'll get her checked just to confirm.
Our ride from back to our house we started out by us getting acclimated and enjoying each other’s company. After a few minutes, Reese started singing, favoring us with some of her original compositions. The first line in her first song was “I wish I could be the perfect daughter”. Then she moved on to a song called “Puppy Land”. The remainder of her singing stayed with “Puppy Land”. Here are some of the lines in that song. “You can find your heart in Puppy Land, Puppy Land is where you go when you’re sad, Puppy Land is where you find all that is love, Puppy Land is in your imagination, You come alive in Puppy Land, I don’t know why I’m so relaxed in Puppy Land.” The tune was very good and she ranged up and down the scale in this song.
Her visit with us was such a pleasure. She is a delightful young lady. She is very polite, always saying “Thank you”, “Please”, “I’m fine” and “No thank you”. She went to bed every night willingly and woke up every morning ready to go. You have taught her well.
All the adults she met were enchanted by her. She was friendly, very articulate, and eager to interact with our adult friends. And when they left, without prompting, she gave each of them a hug. Later they all described her as “beautiful, very bright, and fun to be with”. She offered all the company M&M’s!
She went to the bathroom when needed and had no accidents. She brushed her teeth, took her medicine, and her eye drops with no objections. On her first night she said to me, “I need a hug before I go to bed.” I did that every night after that.
She liked playing what I call “scenario games”. Her favorites were “Going Trick or Treating on Halloween with her basket” and using our toy cash register in different types of stores – puppy store, candy store, and grocery store. Whenever I bought something from the store, she would ask “Would you like to leave some money for the poor?”
I pulled out the cardboard box from my office closet that I had kept the games and toys for her and Greyson to play with when they came. I suggested we go through the box and take out those toys that were too young for her and Greyson. I told her that my friend Joann had a grandson who was 2 years old and we could give him those toys. She liked that and we had fun going through the box and sorting all the toys. (from Gramp's yard sales’ finds!). Joann visited the next afternoon and Reese was excited to give her all the toys. Joann enjoyed her time with Reese. She even plaited her hair in a simple braid down the back. It looked good on Reese.
Reese did not want to eat out for our meals. She wanted to stay home, which we did. I don’t know if she liked the familiarity of home or didn’t like getting in the car, etc. But I was fine with eating in. She was a little opinionated about what she ate, but we worked that out. Her favorites were Lipton’s Chicken Noodle Soup and M & M’s!
She missed everyone but talked about Matisse a lot. When it was time to go, she was ready. We packed up the car and left the house with no difficulties. When she talked on the phone to Chris on the way and he said it would be about 20 minutes before he would meet us, she said “Make your car go fast. I can’t wait to see you!”
She interacted with Gramps very well even though he was not overly demonstrative. She would talk to him and hug him.
I know it is not easy to manage all you do with the children, but it’s obvious you are doing something very right. They are precious children and such wonderful grandchildren.
The Big Boy Update: My son has boundless energy. This is a good but is tricky at night when his body isn't ready to calm down to go to sleep. My mother suggested he take melatonin to help him get to sleep. He loves taking the MidNite pill when he's extra bouncy and can't calm down. It must work too because he drops off to sleep fairly quickly when he takes the melatonin.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter has what looks like a mole on her stomach area. It's been there for as long as I can remember but in the last week, it's gotten red and is bothering her. Aunt Margaret said it looked like it could possibly be molluscum contagiosum, something both children had several years ago. It's viral and typically presents with a collection of small red bumps. The medication for it is frightfully expensive but we have some and are treating it with that until we can get her seen. Due to the length of time it's been on her body, it may be more likely its a benign mole that got irritated but we'll get her checked just to confirm.
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Application
I've been helping a fifth grader this afternoon on her application to middle school. I didn't have to write anything in order to get into middle school. In fact, I don't remember really writing things until I was in high school. Granted, I went to public school and you just sort of go to the school you're assigned to. This is for private school and apparently, this process isn't atypical. I'd write more but I promised I'd help more before bedtime and I'm beat myself.
The Big Boy Update: My husband realized he missed the window to do Y Guides with my son. I think my son is okay, saying he likes to do other things together like playing video games. No surprise there.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter and husband went to the Y Guides winter outing tonight. The day turned the coldest of the season and they bundled up. Last year as a first year she walked under the lanterns held by the second and third years. This yeat she had her own decorated and lit with LED lights stick to hold a lantern that she held as all the new first years passed through.
The Big Boy Update: My husband realized he missed the window to do Y Guides with my son. I think my son is okay, saying he likes to do other things together like playing video games. No surprise there.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter and husband went to the Y Guides winter outing tonight. The day turned the coldest of the season and they bundled up. Last year as a first year she walked under the lanterns held by the second and third years. This yeat she had her own decorated and lit with LED lights stick to hold a lantern that she held as all the new first years passed through.
Saturday, November 2, 2019
Oh my goodness I had a bad migraine today. I get them every so often and, thanks to my best friend, I have a medication I take that is magic in the way Advil is magic. An hour later and suddenly you realized you're much better, with no side effects. That kind of medicine is magic. Some medications work but give you unwanted side effects like drowsiness.
Tylenol works for me for regular headaches with a single pill making it go away without a fuss. Claratin is good for allergy-based situations. Most antibiotics work without much impact other than the infection squashing effects. The people and companies who work to make medications are doing good work, helping us to feel better with the application of a little pill.
A headache that's sapping your ability to function and think straight is interesting. It can come on quickly. It was only several hours long, but when it's over it's like it's a whole new thing, to feel normal again. It's almost novel for a while that you don't feel awful and you can move around without stabbing head pain.
I usually move around very slowly at first, afraid that with the wrong movements the headache will return suddenly. Sometimes this has happened, so I'm cautious now. But today once the headache was gone, it was gone. I had called Margaret and asked if she and Jonathan wanted to come over for dinner. She and I went to get P.F. Chang's. My daughter had ridden her bike so much today she had fallen asleep on the chair in the living room. My son talked enthusiastically to us while he ate, enjoying having the attentions of four adults all to himself.
The Big Boy Update: The night before Halloween my husband carved a pumpkin with my children's help. I'm not sure what steps they helped with but I know one of the things they were instrumental in was collecting and cleaning the seeds from the pumpkin. They saved them for me to roast them in the oven the next day—a favorite of our family. I came home to a bowl of them cleaned and waiting for me. Off to the side my son had singled out a few specimens, labeling them so they wouldn't be unduly discarded:
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter told me yesterday, "I like slamming books closed."
Tylenol works for me for regular headaches with a single pill making it go away without a fuss. Claratin is good for allergy-based situations. Most antibiotics work without much impact other than the infection squashing effects. The people and companies who work to make medications are doing good work, helping us to feel better with the application of a little pill.
A headache that's sapping your ability to function and think straight is interesting. It can come on quickly. It was only several hours long, but when it's over it's like it's a whole new thing, to feel normal again. It's almost novel for a while that you don't feel awful and you can move around without stabbing head pain.
I usually move around very slowly at first, afraid that with the wrong movements the headache will return suddenly. Sometimes this has happened, so I'm cautious now. But today once the headache was gone, it was gone. I had called Margaret and asked if she and Jonathan wanted to come over for dinner. She and I went to get P.F. Chang's. My daughter had ridden her bike so much today she had fallen asleep on the chair in the living room. My son talked enthusiastically to us while he ate, enjoying having the attentions of four adults all to himself.
The Big Boy Update: The night before Halloween my husband carved a pumpkin with my children's help. I'm not sure what steps they helped with but I know one of the things they were instrumental in was collecting and cleaning the seeds from the pumpkin. They saved them for me to roast them in the oven the next day—a favorite of our family. I came home to a bowl of them cleaned and waiting for me. Off to the side my son had singled out a few specimens, labeling them so they wouldn't be unduly discarded:
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter told me yesterday, "I like slamming books closed."
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